Motorcycles: are clearly addicting; so you see - it's really not my fault...

Name: key-tay

awwwwwweee shit... took this bad boy to Thunder Hill West this last weekend.... daymn boi... she scoots! and that traction control, awe man wack that shit outta the corner and if the rear doesnt dig in and pop up the front wheel - then the rear slides a cunt hair, check ups for a sec, then hooks in and up the front wheel goes.... JESUS!!! i got 1/2 a mind to keep her ... but meh i dont do enough track to justify the garage space

oil and filter change, then i'm taking it to Thill West on the 18th to smash on her sum moar!!! unless one of you cats gets smart and takes her off my hands first...

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